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The Sleepy Bois Inc were enjoying a nice family outing. They had just paid for their dinner at the local Fasta Pasta and were now walking back to their house. As it was currently 9:45 pm, it was reasonably dark but still completely fine to see in.
Philza was, like always, persistent on getting home before 10 pm, as that's Tommy's bedtime, but the youngest of the four managed to persuade the father into taking a detour through the local park that just so happened to be only a few blocks away from their house. Phil was hesitant, of course, but he would rather walk through the peaceful park than hear his youngest complaining and whining about how he never gets his way.
"This is actually pretty peaceful." Wilbur spoke up to break the silence.
"I may have to agree, just this once, that Tommy had a good idea." Techno chimed in.
Tommy looked at Techno with stars in his eyes, "You really mean that?!"
Techno shrugged, hiding a small smile, and said in his monotone voice, "I guess."
The younger then gasped with delight and started jumping about, ecstatic. Phil chuckled in admiration of his sons, wondering how he got this lucky. Well, lucky was a strong word, really. They were all very chaotic.
But maybe it's time we introduced them.
Wilbur, the 6'5 giant of a son/brother. Besides his blinding social anxiety (It runs in the family), he was a very open, friendly guy and was quite caring, much more than his brothers. He was a wonderful musician, already having one album and many singles, most of which were about love, even if the 20-year-old hadn't experienced it himself yet. He had fluffy, curly brown hair with soft brown eyes that complimented his features.
Techno, though he was 18 and younger than Wilbur, he was the most mature out of the three sons. An English major, easily the smartest, but was quite closed off. His social anxiety was always at its peak and had a dark sense of humour to match his somewhat violent personality. Why did he have pink hair and pig ears? No one will know.
Tommy. The young 16-year-old was the most energetic out of the family. The 6'3 child with the shit posture, the butt of all jokes, yet still always managed to have a good outlook on life (sorta-). Bright blonde hair, blue eyes and the brightest smile coated his young face, and he would always get back up if ever pushed down. Mainly when his brothers would push him over-
And lastly, Philza, or Dadza as some would say. He was obviously the oldest and adopted all three of the boys. He always had a bright smile on his face (unless Tommy broke something) and was always there to support his sons.
"Tommy."
"Huh?"
"Pardon, Tommy." Techno corrected the boy.
He groaned, "Pardon, Phil?"
Phil smiled at his three sons lovingly, "This was a good idea."
Tommy softly smiled back, "Thanks, Dad."
Phil then smirked at him, "But I know this was just to avoid going to bed."
The other two snickered while the younger whined, "But, Phiiillll-"
"Come on, boys. You're all going to bed once we get home."
The three all groaned.
Wilbur flicked the back of Tommy's head, and muttered to him, annoyed, "Nice going, gremlin child."
"HEY-"
Techno shushed him., "Be quiet, Tommy."
All the while Phil was grinning to himself.
These were his boys.
His sons.
And he wouldn't trade them for the world.